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arthurrweasley · 6 years

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MAEVE MADAM ROSMERTA is AN ORDER MEMBER in the war, even though HER official job is as THE OWNER OF THE THREE BROOMSTICKS. the THIRTY FOUR year old PUREBLOOD is known to be WILD and CHARMING but also HARSH and VOLATILE. some might label them as THE SEA WITCH. fc: katheryn winnick

The sea waves are my evening gown And the sun on my head is my crown You’ll always have a home in my kingdom

ANTHEMS.

QUEENDOM - AURORA // SEASIDE - THE KOOKS // BRIEF AND MOMENTARY - ALEXANDER DUBOVOY // HIGH BY THE BEACH - LANA DEL REY // FALLIN ALL IN YOU - SHAWN MENDES // SHE LOOKS LIKE FUN - ARCTIC MONKEYS // WHITE FLAG (STEVE REECE REMIX) - BISHOP BRIGGS // THE LESS I KNOW THE BETTER - TAME IMPALA.

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AESTHETICS / VIBES.

hair sticky with sea salt, sunkissed skin, the scent of honey and wine, good intentions, soft laughter, leaving people on read, dog eared pages in well read books, spontaneous road trips, broken promises, messy hair, the feeling of sand between your toes, lipstick stains on coffee mugs, a thirst for knowledge, always knowing what to say, classical music, vodka shots at the crack of dawn, seaweed tangled in soft braids, welcoming people with open arms, humming while cooking, rain against bare skin, falling asleep under the stars, taking no fucking bullshit, never completely settling down and always getting even.

BACK TO BASICS.

name: maeve alannah rosmerta. occupation: owner of the three broomsticks / barmaid. nicknames: honestly, most people don’t even know her first name? she’s known as madam rosmerta, or simply rose. the few people that do know her first name might call her mae.

some people are also bound to think that her first name is rosmerta. personally, mae prefers to go by just her last name. it’s enough. she’s practical.

age: 34. date of birth: february 12, 1946. zodiac: aquarius. hometown: kinsale, ireland. current location: her boat or hogsmeade. has a small apartment above the three broomsticks. gender: cis female. pronouns: she/her. orientation: bisexual. spoken languages: english and gaelic fluently. has also picked up some other languages, but is not fluent in those ( spanish, french, danish, welsh ). gets by. moral alignment: neutral good / lawful good. element: water. house: ravenclaw.

BACKGROUND / FAMILY.

Mae was born in Kinsale, Ireland to two pureblood wizards. Her mother ( Cara Boyle ) was the owner of a small bookshop in the coastal town of Kinsale, and her father ( Dahey Rosmerta ) was a sailor. They had a romance that only lasted while Dahey was in town over the summers, and they never married. Yet, their relationship resulted in a daughter, born out of wedlock. Kind of a surprise for the both of them.

Grew up mostly with her father, and only spent the summers with her mum. When with her dad, she lived alongside him and his crew on his boat. During the summers, when stuck in Kinsale, she spent most of her time just being bored out of her damn mind. Kinda longed for the ocean, wanted to get back. Felt like a fish out of water.

Her mother later married a muggle man, and had two more children. Her father never settled down.

HOGWARTS YEARS.

Kind of a hat stall between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw? Ultimately landed in Ravenclaw though.

Was DEFINITIVELY that™ girl who would jump headfirst into the great lake, having absolutely no fear of the repercussions. Probably made friends with whatever lurks down there too.

It’s cold or frozen? Doesn’t care, will still swim. Gained a bit of a reputation as someone with nerves of steel because of it.

Missed life on her father’s boat, but was also really excited to learn stuff? She’s naturally curious, and can’t resist a challenge. Worked incredibly hard while at the school, made some friends... Spent most of her time by the water, studying or reading a book.

At some point, she broke into the Slytherin common rooms, because someone dared her that she couldn’t do it. Also she wanted to see the lake. Doesn’t take a lot to get her to do something.

Was a lot more mellow than her Ravenclaw peers. Didn’t care about what anyone else was doing, and never resorted to backstabbing. Kinda just went with the flow, did her best work, didn’t pay too much attention to what others were doing.

Did however get into trouble a lot, but never for hurting anyone else. Were usually instances of her ACCIDENTALLY finding herself in the forbidden forest at night, or taking a midnight swim, or maybe accidentally breaking into empty classrooms to practice magic when no one was around. Or maybe breaking into the restricted section at the library. Mae tried everything.

Could however sporadically flame up when she felt that it was necessary, which was mostly when someone younger needed to be defended. Mae has pretty strong maternal instincts and can be highly protective. Will fight u.

She played on the Quidditch Team as keeper, but quit after three years on the team because it was taking up too much time, and she would rather focus on her studies ( and swimming ).

Started her own Great Lake Club at the school, which consisted of students that were ‘fans’ of the lake, basically. Club meetings were basically just them either researching the lake, swimming in the lake if the weather permitted ( everyone’s not into winter swimming, apparently :/ ) or just hanging out by the water. Wasn’t the most serious of clubs, but they had fun. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

AFTER HOGWARTS.

Mae graduated Hogwarts with top marks, and could probably have gone into any field she may have wanted, but she mostly just wanted to see the world. Wanderlust ingrained in her bones. Craving the sea.

So at the age of eighteen, she bought a shitty boat, and set off to see the world on her terms.

She ended up doing some work in different taverns across Europe, picking up odd jobs as a barmaid whenever she was in a town. Always chatting up customers, laughing with patrons, cracking jokes and making sure that the night never ended.

After a few years at sea, she eventually started to settle down, but never quite committing to anything. Could never bring herself to completely rooting herself to land. If she’s stuck on dry land for too long, she feels like she’s gonna go mad.

Still, at the age of twenty four (1970), Mae used the inheritance from her parents to buy the Three Broomsticks, a decision which she mostly made on a whim. She had been working in odd bars for a few years now, and kinda wanted something to call her own? Start her own legacy. Have some place that she could call home. Somewhere to return to.

Boat was kept ( at this point, she had a nicer one ), and she still spends her off days there, and some nights as well. Sort of like an escape. Definitively shows up to the bar with seaweed stuck in her hair ( so has to shower in her apartment first tbh ).

One of the reasons why she loves having a place that she is now tied to ( aka Hogsmeade ) is that she has been able to acquire and actually keep more personal items. She has quite the impressive library in the inn’s attic, for one. Books were one of the things she could only keep a few of, when she was living out of her boat.

Disappears from the Inn for a few weeks every now and then, but makes sure that someone else is in charge while she is away.

When the war first started, she tried to stay neutral. Had just bought a bar, and didn’t wanna alienate customers. But as time went on and the horrors became worse, morals kicked in, and she joined the Order. Today, she’s a member on the down low, and her affiliation with them is not public knowledge. Most of her tasks within the Order is pure intell gathering ( or spying ), but she also spreads information and acts as a messenger when needed. She just... wants to feel like she’s doing SOMETHING.

Keeps most of what she hears under wraps, but will share anything of interest with the Order. Other than that, her lips are sealed.

Everyone is welcome at the pub, as long as they leave their bullshit at the door. She considers the pub a zone where sides shouldn’t matter ( yet she does... sometimes close the bar down so that the order can meet there if needed ). And is definitively brave enough to throw any death eater out on their ass if they fuck around. In her bar, she’s in charge. Can 100% confirm that Bellatrix has been kicked out a time or two. #nervesofsteel

AS A PERSON.

Loves telling stories and is very good at it too !!! Someone’s bored? Rosmerta will serve them a story of her travels.

KIDS LOVE HER !!! For varying reasons, depending on their age ( smh @ Ron ). But she’s great with kids.

Has a big, soft heart and is kinda known for taking in strays. A kid has been kicked out by their parents? Aight, you can stay at the inn for a while until we find you something more permanent / things calm down.

More of a cool aunt than a mom though?

LOVES COOKING AND BREWING MEAD. Is really good at it too. The menu of the inn has been designed by her, and though she doesn’t spend a lot of time in its kitchen, she does oversee everything that happens in there. The menu itself is pretty simple, Mae believes in quality over quantity. And good fucking mead.

Has a reputation of taking zero bullshit? People don’t get away with SHIT when she’s around. Will personally drag your ass onto the street if you stir up trouble in her bar. Or anywhere else tbh.

Her mannerisms are kinda harsh? She’s generally just little bit rough around the edges. Doesn’t shy away from telling people what she thinks either, but does it in a way so that she almost always gets away with it? The mead might be a contributor, but you know.

TEMPERAMENTAL AS FUCK. Has a good heart, but she’s not... the nicest person out there. Can be petty, overemotional, brooding, melodramatic and short tempered. Her moods are known to change with the weather, and depending on how long she has been away from the sea. Though she loves the pub, she gets a bit stir crazy when she’s there for too long. Usually she’s pretty warm though.

So easily bored? Needs constant change to feel like herself, and to maintain some sort of happiness. That’s one of the things she likes with the bar, there’s always something new going on.

Aaaaand she’s definitively wild. Was way worse when she was younger ( don’t ask me about Mae in her 20s, she was a mess ), but she can’t be tamed. Will always follow her next whim, so eager to see where it takes her next.

Has remained an optimist over the years, which has been hard to do? She really believes that everything will be okay, but she keeps this kind of on the down low.... for some reason....

Never stayed in one place long enough (when younger) to develop an accent, so it’s a bit all over the place. She has a noticeable Irish accent ( from her father ).

Is around alcohol all day, but doesn’t drink at work. Can drink anyone under the table though, and has a scary high tolerance for alcohol ( which she usually jokes stems from her upbringing as a sailor ).

Has a kind of odd sense of humor? Can be a bit dark at times. Usually laughs at her own dumb jokes.

Wants everyone to have a good time when at her pub, and is REALLY trying to be a good hostess at all times?

SO CURIOUS, but also very good at minding her own damn business. Mostly curious about people’s motivations and how things work so like. Doesn’t put her nose where it doesn’t belong. Usually. Also good at keeping secrets.

Always stands her ground and trying to sway her is basically like trying to move a mountain. Good luck with that.

She’s also a highly practical person? Doesn’t complicate things too much, doesn’t try to make anyone jump through hoops. Things just are the way that they are with her and she will usually give it to you straight ( aka no mind games, thank god ). Has zero patience or time for bullshit.

Working in a bar really fits her because she genuinely loves talking to people?

STYLE ( FASHION / APPEARANCE ).

Mae has ocean blue eyes and blonde hair that she usually wears down, or pulled back into a soft braid. Since she still spends a considerable amount of time on her boat, she always smells faintly of the ocean, and her hair is wavy from sea salt. Skin is freckled and sunkissed, and she usually looks a bit glowy.

Wears minimal makeup. Some smudged eyeliner and lipstick, but that’s it. Prefer softer colors when she does.

While at work, she dresses in low cut shirts and loose fitting pants.

Gravitates towards lighter colors and earthy tones. Wears a lot of white, grey, light blue, light brown....

Keeps her nails short.

CHARACTER INFLUENCES.

WILL TURNER - drawn to the ocean, so brave, will dumbly sacrifice themselves for someone they love, similar banter.

ELIAN (TKAK)- will never settle down, feels the most at home on a boat, the same crooked smile. can be harsh, when need be.

SARA LANCE - leadership abilities, witty quips, protective, stands up for the weak, good at putting people in their place. not afraid to throw people out.

CLARA OSWALD - wanderlust in their bones, good with children, a little bossy, very brave, always warm and welcoming, an unquenchable thirst for adventure. just the right amount of flirty.

ALEX PARRISH - good at reading people, bit of an idealist, heart of a hero, a gray world view ( sees the middle ground ).

SHELBY WYATT - the ambition, the curiosity, the charm. those big doe eyes.

BELLE (BATB) - so curious, so inventive, the wanderlust, the kindness.

MEREDITH GREY - the moodiness!!!!!! but also the compassion and the dedication. takes no mcfucking bullshit.

ANGEL (BTVS) - the broodiness smh. both can be so... incredibly broody. also the enigma? doesn’t tell people her first name unless she absolutely has to / accidentally does so.

PHOEBE BUFFAY - bit eccentric, kinda free spirited, so kind, warm, very temperamental.

IZZIE STEVENS - sees the good in people. so protective, will fuck u up.

AUNT MAY - basically just everyone’s cool aunt.

#maraudrshq:intros #me? writing someone whos not a villain and not james potter? who am i #this got long and messy my b!

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warriorqueen1991 · 7 years

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Razorblades And Lemon Juice (pt. 12)

Characters: Vampire Negan X Reader

Warnings: lots of fluff and some smut ;)

Notes: I love writing these two so much ♡♡♡

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“Come on princess, I know we got all fucking night but I’d like to actually enjoy myself before I gotta skulk back to my fucking cave”.

You giggled as you heard Negan ranting outside in his deep gravelly timbre. It was a warm night so you decided on a black sports bra and yoga pants for you and Negan’s night out.

Things had happened so fast between you, but your heart had been consumed by him. Tying your hair up in a loose ponytail you opened your door, Negan huffed gesturing around the vacant hall.

“Bout damn time darlin, I’m not getting any fucking younger here”.

You snickered “ well you’re not getting any older either smartass”.

His feigned annoyance broke as his lips quirked up in a smirk before he chuckled.

You giggled as he turned around to head outside, shaking your head you jogged up behind him leaping on his back. Grunting in surprise, he let out a deep rumbling laugh as he grabbed your legs holding you steady.

Walking to the west fence you furrowed your brow in confusion as he came to a stop at the rusted chain link.

“Close your eyes sweetheart, and don’t let go… ok?”

You nodded your head against his shoulder, letting your eyes slide shut as the sound of bats enveloped you.

When the flutter of wings finally ceased you cracked your eyes open cautiously as Negan looked at you over his shoulder.

“Safe and sound princess”

You smiled as he released your legs so you could slide from his leather clad back. There was a large river running before you, the moon shimmering on its black surface.

“You know you forgot your fucking clothes right?”

You gasped “goddamnit!”

He chuckled wrapping his arms around you as he rested his chin on your head “don’t fucking sweat it baby we can come back tomorrow night”. You let out a frustrated huff “well I wouldn’t of forgotten them if someone hadn’t been rushing me”.

Rubbing his forehead against your hair he ran his hands down your arms to lace your fingers together. “Don’t be fucking upset princess, you could just walk around fucking naked and I’d be happy” he rasped kissing your shoulder.

You couldn’t help but blush with a small smile, turning your head away from him as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Ready to look at the fucking stars gorgeous?”

You nodded, turning to cup his cheek over your shoulder as he continued to lean against you. Kissing him softly, your eyes slid shut as he pressed his head against yours, purring softly.

“God I love that sound” you breathed against his lips.

Turning to face him slowly, you slid your hand to his throat rising to your toes to kiss him more passionately. His hands gripping your sides as he moved his lips against yours, sucking on your lip gently as you pulled away.

His softly glowing eyes were beautiful in the darkness as he stared down at you through his lashes. Cupping his face, you ran your thumbs over his scruff as his mouth parted slightly before pressing back to your lips.

“You’re not looking at the stars princess” his voice was a deep rumble against you. Pulling away from him you grasped his hand, leading him to the river bank you sat down on the dead leaves. Shedding his leather jacket, he laid it down behind you so you could use it as a pillow before sitting down next to you.

Falling to the ground together, you both smiled as Negan pulled your still clasped hands up to his lips.

Pressing your noses together as his wrinkled with a deep chuckle, you giggled caressing the side of his face. Placing a sweet kiss to his nose before letting your eyes drift to the sky, the lack of electricity and large cities made the stars shine brightly.

Negan leaned over to rest his head against your chest closing his eyes, “I fucking love that sound” he sighed running his hand down your thigh absently.

“What sound?” you smiled, running your fingers through his hair gently.

“You first” he grumbled making you blush “what do mean?”

He chuckled “you said you loved a sound I made…what was it?”

You bit your lip, as he purred against you as you scratched his head slightly “that one” you sighed. He moved so his chin was resting on your chest between your breasts “which one?”

Giggling, you rubbed your hands on his shoulders kneading the firm muscle “well don’t get me wrong, there’s a lot of noises you make that I love”.

He chuckled “likewise princess”, rolling your lips you met his golden gaze “but I absolutely love that deep rumbling purr of yours”.

He furrowed his brow “I fucking purr?”

You giggled “oh yeah…mostly when you’re happy, you’re like a big kitty cat” you winked.

He frowned, narrowing his eyes before biting ahold of your sports bra. His eyes looking up at you as he tugged on it with a deep growl, you laughed patting his forehead gently “down boy”.

He released the material, returning his head to your chest “I love the sound of your heartbeat” he whispered. You smiled softly, raking your fingers through his hair.

Lifting his body over yours, he met you in a deep kiss as your hands slid from his hair to cup his cheeks. Letting your eyes flutter open, you gasped as you watched several shooting stars dart across the sky.

Shifting his hands in the dead leaves around you he purred deeply as you ran your right hand down his chest, gripping the back of his neck with your left so you could pull yourself closer to him as he hovered above you.

Negan grunted as you slipped the leather from his belt buckle, his lips never leaving yours. Moaning against his lips you popped the button of his pants open as he purred, grasping your breasts as he mouthed at your neck.

Panting heavily you gripped the back of his head “I…I wonder how cold the water is” you gasped.

He mumbled something against you making you giggle.

Pushing him up so you could stand, you tossed your sports bra at his still kneeling form.

“I’m going for a swim”

He gaped at you in confusion before getting to his feet as you took off to the river hoping out of your pants with a slight struggle.

Negan followed you to the edge of the river as you dived in his deep chuckle greeting you as you surfaced.

“Not much of a fucking swimmer sweetheart” he rasped as he kneeled down.

His eyes followed you as you swam over so that you were in front of him, meeting his gaze “Come on handsome” you purred “drop your pants”. He growled softly, biting his lip as he shook his head “I’d rather just watch you honey”.

Pouting you splashed water at him “gaah fine, help me out” you growled sticking your hand out for him.

He frowned “you can swim darlin don’t let me fucking stop ya”.

Pursing your lips you smirked before jumping up to grab his loose belt, pulling him to the water with a thunderous splash.

Bursting up from under the water he gasped coughing as he glared at you “you’re a fucking bad girl princess” he growled. Biting your lip you gripped his shirt under the water pulling your body against his. Sliding the wet material over his head he chuckled as you tossed it on the grass.

“You’re right” you breathed against his lips “I’m a very” your hands worked to pull his zipper down under the water “very” dunking under the water you pulled his pants and boxers off before emerging to toss them on the bank as well.

Turning back to him you grasped his neck and hair, hoisting yourself on his hips “very… bad girl”.

He growled as his hands gripped your ass, his lips smashing against yours in a heated kiss.

His deep purr vibrated against your lips making you smile, running your fingers through his wet hair.

The water splashed around you slightly as your make out session continued. Reaching down between your bodies you grasped his member sliding down on the hardened flesh.

He grunted against your lips as you moved on him with slow and steady movements, sliding his eyes closed he rolled his head back against his shoulders with several light groans.

Mouthing at his throat, you slowly ran your hands through his wet hair slicking it back. He let out a deep sigh as you continued to move slowly dragging out your pleasure.

“ughh jesus…you’re like fucking heaven princess” he gasped gripping you tighter.

You smiled spreading your hands across his cheeks, kissing him softly.

Closing your eyes you were suddenly yanked from your blissful lull as Negan jerked his head around to the river bank with a growl.

You gasped “What is it?”

Your voice was a tiny whisper as you clung to him. His golden eyes darting around the forest before he gently removed you from his waist “were not alone princess, time to fucking pack it in”.

You could feel your blood turn to ice at his words, you quickly grabbed his arm as he headed to the shore.

“Negan what if it’s Gerald?”

He looked back at your terrified eyes with a smile “He’s not that fucking stupid”. You frowned “please be careful”, lifting your hand up from the water he laid a gentle kiss on your knuckles “of course m’lady”.

You giggled rolling your eyes as he waded onto the grass grabbing his pants before taking a deep breath through his nose.

“whoever they fucking were…I think they thought better of it and fucked off” he growled.

Helping you out of the water he cleared his throat “that or they fucking went upwind”. You shrunk next to him hugging him tightly as you eyed every tree like it was gonna leap out and attack you.

He chuckled, rubbing your back reassuringly “it’ll be ok sweetheart” you continued to watch the forest suspiciously as you got dressed.

Gripping his hand you turned to scan the forest, only slightly registering Negan’s deep voice telling you to close your eyes before you both disappeared into a swarm of bats.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of boots lurked in the distance.

A pair of narrowed eyes glaring at your retreating forms.

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muggleriddle · 7 years

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TOM RIDDLE SR FOR THE HEADCANON MEME AWW YEAH

YASSS. Under the cut because it’s a lot of stuff!

What does their bedroom look like?

Dark, because it’s horrible to convince him to open the damn curtains. It has a bed, I guess queen sized bed? Wardrobes, nightstands and a table by the window (the window, btw, has a view of the gardens of the Riddle house). It’s usually messy, but like… It’s a mess that makes sense to him, so, please, don’t try to organize it, because then he’ll never find his stuff if you take away his piles of papers and notebooks. His table is full of notebooks of all sorts, paper, objects he’s using as reference to draw, books and photos pinned to the wall.

Do they have any daily rituals?

He always takes a long time to get up in the morning; he’ll usually wake up and spend at least half an hour in bed before getting up. When he’s not feeling too down, he does change his clothes before going down (otherwise it’s the good ol’pajamas). He likes to take daily walks around the gardens and take this time to chat with Frank Bryce, the gardener. At night, he usually checks if the doors of the house are locked at least twice. He likes to be able to practice the piano everyday too.

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

He rides on his horse, around three times a week if he’s not feeling down. He used to go swimming in the sea, at Hornsea, when he was younger, but he’s stopped doing it after the Merope fiasco.

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Depending on his mood, he’d either go out to eat or steal some crackers or bread just to ignore being hungry or simply go without eating until the kitchen was free for him to use.

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

As stated above, his workplace and room are messy, but not dirty. Well, you have paint stains and spots everywhere but that’s because he’s a mess when painting. He’s alright with personal hygiene, bathe and shaves everyday etc etc… All of this, though, is when he’s actually feeling okay. When he’s in one of his blue moods, he’ll probably stop organizing his room, forget about changing from pajamas, forget about bathing, shaving, etc. When the depression bus hits, everything feels just too much for him.

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Tom’s eating habits are shit. He usually forgets to eat, either because he’s too focused on something else or because he’s not hungry or because the effort of getting out of bed to eat is too much. When he eats, its not much. Sometimes he has this thing of staying awake throughout the night and raiding the biscuit jar at three in the morning. (btw, when he was a kid, his mum never allowed him to eat biscuits at night and his dad had this thing for saying that ‘if you’re not at the table when we’re eating, then you won’t be eating until the next meal’ Thomas never carried this threat all the way through though). He loves tea and is not too used to drinking coffee. He’s not munch of a drinker (regarding alcoholic stuff), but he can be a happy drunk if he drinks more than idk two or three glasses of wine.

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Drawing, painting, reading and playing the piano when he’s feeling productive. Just lying down on a couch/bed when he’s feeling bad. The productive waste of time is well accepted by him; the ‘I’m feeling like shit and therefore can’t move from this couch’ waste of time is something he hates.

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging?

… spending a lazy day in bed? sleeping until the afternoon? stay the whole night awake (being productive) and then sleep throughout the next day?

Makeup?

He doesn’t wear it, but I believe Mary Riddle must have tried to hide his dark circles with powder or foundation when they went out, but like, just on the first few months after the Merope fiasco. As the years went by, she just got used to it.

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Afraid of leaving the doors of the house unlocked, looking outside the window 198298382 times during the day just to see if there’s anyone lurking around the house, trying to listen to someone approaching his room at night, afraid of going out, nervous af when confronted with crowds of people or when alone with women.

Intellectual pursuits?

Tom is the perfect Gemini: he loves to know at least a little about everything. He loves learning, but his attention spam usually drifts to something new after he starts to dive into a subject. He does manage to study art and music (by himself and with his mother’s help) more than other subjects, though. He dreams of going to art school and working with illustration, but is too scared of trying to do so.

Favorite book genre?

Fantasy.

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Demisexual.

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Myopic (doesn't wear glasses bc is done with putting his fingers on the lens and having the glasses falling off his face). Depression, anxiety, PTSD. Scar on his right knee (from a bad scrap on it at 13) and on both wrists (suicide attempt at 21).

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Smallest: finish a painting or learning a new piece on the piano;

Biggest: being able to go out of the house without feeling the need to go back inside at every second when he sees someone/when he’s around other people;

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Biggest: art school

Smallest: traveling to somewhere that is not London or Great Hangleton, maybe visit Scotland;

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Pajamas are his favourite outfit. But I always see him wearing pants + shirt + a sleeveless sweater (I guess it has stuck with me from the time I used to have an askblog of his and I always drew him like that). He hates wearing ties and always keeps his sleeves rolled above his elbows.

Favorite beverage?

Non-alcoholic: tea… chamomile and valerian tea.

Alcoholic: it’s a tie between wine and vodka.

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

It depends on how he’s feeling. If he’s been reading before bed, he’ll most likely think about the book he’s been reading. If he’s not feeling well, Merope Gaunt is a recurrent thought during the night (he’s afraid of dreaming about her and ends up, surprise! having a nightmare about her).

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

He was a pretty strong kid, like, he didn’t get too many colds or flus or whatever. He must have had chicken pox. Ah, he used to have quite a few earaches.

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Turn on: hands, man, he really loves hands. Also, any reaction from his partner… he pays attention to the person’s breathing or how their skin has goosebumps and he loves it. His partner showing pleasure is a turn on for him. People being all passionate while playing an instrument. And pretty underwear. And if he already trusts his partner a whole lot, Tom’ll actually admit he kind of enjoys being a lil sumissive to them, some softcore BDSM is a thing he enjoys although he doesn’t really realize it.

Turn off: anything that may remind him of Merope Gaunt*

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Drawings, drawings everywhere.

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

See the question about his room and his organized mess.

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

He’s really good at arts and music. He used to study human anatomy for fun and because it helped him drawing the human figure, so he has a good knowledge of it. He is kind good at maths, but doesn’t like it.

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

If he’s still alive, that’ll do.

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

See above the art school plan. Part of him also wanted to have a family, have kids and all, but he’s too scared of doing so.

What is their biggest regret?

Accepting Merope’s invitation to have a cup of tea and abandoning Merope (he regrets it but at the same time he doesn’t? He’s scared af of what happened, but he feels guilty about it).

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

I have this two OCs I created for a fanfiction, one is a friend of his from his time at Eton, his name is Charles Campbell. They were almost like Harry and Ron at school. And the other is Charles’ wife, Ellen, who is a nurse and who he met while studying Architecture at London (he dropped off thanks to the Merope fiasco). His worst enemy is… himself? He sabotages himself a lot and his fear and anxiety fuck things up for him.

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

It depends??? He can have those boosts of bravery sometimes, but it really depends on the situation??? He can either have the fight response or the freeze response.

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Again, depends, it can be the fight or the freeze response. I think it’s most likely for him to dissociate and have this terrible freezing response that’ll eventually take him down the depression and anxiety lane.

Most prized possession?

His sketchbooks and a snuffbox that belonged to his grandfather (he used to have a pocket watch that his father gave him when he graduated Eton, but he sold it while under the effect of the Amortentia and doesn’t remember; he thinks he just lost it).

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

I… don’t know? He’s a little possessive with his own stuff. And he’s hoards notebooks, sketchbooks, books, old drawings etc. He has difficulty letting go of some stuff.

Concept of home and family?

Home is where he feels comfortable at and family are those he consider as so. In some fics, I write him thinking of Row as family even though they’re not married or anything. Silly information: it’s instintive of him to think of Tommy as family the first time they meet… too bad Tommy doesn’t think the same way;

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

He loves privacy. His room is his place and please knock before entering, don’t go looking into his notebooks without asking permission, don’t enter his personal bubble before he feels comfortable with it.

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

Sometimes, drawing. He always has this inner conflict about ‘is this really useful?’ when it comes to drawing and painting. Also, sleeping.

What makes them feel guilty?

The whole Merope Gaunt thing; not being able to be the person people expected from Mary and Thomas’ son; living with his parents at the age of 38; not achieving anything at the age of 38; etc.

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Emotional.

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

Type B.

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Sleeping, a long bath, painting, playing the piano, watching the sea, sitting in the garden or just staying in a silent place all by himself.

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

Inferiority-complex. His self esteem is horrible.

How misanthropic are they?

He’s… not misanthropic? Not at all.

Hobbies?

Drawing, playing the piano, reading, horse back riding, walking on the garden or on the beach.

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

He graduated high school (I don’t remember the term for it in the English educational system sorry), but never finished university (he started to study architecture and dropped out).

Religion?

I think he’d be officially protestant but he couldn’t care less for it? It’s been years since he last went to a mass that was not a funeral or a wedding. I guess you can consider him an agnostic.

Superstitions or views on the occult?

He’s waY INTO IT! He has always been interested in this kind of stuff, growing up hearing folk stories about faeries and witches, but after Merope, he became really scared of it… at the same time, these stuff still fascinates him. Which is a real struggle for him.

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

He says he’s terrible with words, so he tries to paint or play music to try to express himself. Depending on the person he’s with, he can be good with words, although he tends to start talking and talking and talking and forgets to stop.

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Someone who makes them feel comfortable and safe. He needs to trust the person and vice versa. He needs to be able to spend time with them, be it making out, having sex or just talking about what’s the size of the dragon Smaug in The Hobbit? and other Very Serious Subjects like that.

How do they express love?

He likes to hold hands. And hug, but he needs to feel really comfortable with you in order to allow himself to touch you or be touched by you. Sometimes he’ll start to talk about you and how you’re important to him and lose himself in his words. He likes to give gifts to people, drawings done by him or a song he learned how to play because he knows you like it. If you catch him looking at you with a silly look on his face and a dumb smile, he’s sold to you. He also likes to share his interests: he’ll show you his favourite poem, his favourite book, he;ll ask you to play something with him on the piano, etc.

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

He’s terrible at fighting. He’d punch the person and then realize he’s just broken his hand because god damn it he doesn’t know how to throw a punch.

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

Nope. He’s more afraid of living. As his favourite poet once said:

In this lifeit’s not difficult to die.To make lifeis more difficult by far.

*if, by any chance, he meets a nice witch or wizard that makes him feel safe and comfortable, their magic won’t scare the shit out of him… okay, at the beginning, yes, but he can learn how to understand and appreciate magic (talking about a TomRow context here)

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